Chicken

Chicken

For some it’s finger lickin’ good, 

And tastes nice with some chips, 

The Colonel’s secret recipe, 

Feels spicy on my lips, 

For most it is a Sunday treat, 

As roasting suits it best, 

Cos after chopping all those sprouts, 

I think you’ve earned that rest, 

It’s good to eat in Walkers crisps, 

That yummy crunchy taste, 

But don’t eat all those bags at once, 

It’s not good for your waist, 

And sometimes it’s not just a food 

For insults it can be, 

But as I dared to write this poem, 

I am not one you see.

Explanation

This is another case of someone challenging me to write a poem. Blame the internet. If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.